The Proposal

25 - Comfort

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The next few days after my fake discharge from the hospital, Elisabeth confined me to the bedroom.

Literally.

She didn't let me go out or even step out of Nicholas's bedroom for any reason. Whatever I needed was brought to me or done for me. It was really sweet of her, but only if I was in that position.

I wasn't, so it sort of ruined things for me.

I couldn't go out to work or anywhere for that matter. I had to do everything indoors.

Apart from that, Nicholas and I hadn't seen eye to eye. Since I was confined to the room, he was always out, and when he returned, he would sleep on the sofa.

It was depressing, but I just really wanted to give him as much space as I felt he needed. I knew the loss really affected him, so I was very understanding.

Even though it broke my heart to not be able to talk to him or see him or just sit with him in the same room.

I actually missed him.

And I wanted nothing more than to get him back to the way he was, especially because we had a moment the other day.

We never got to talk about that because of what happened, and I understood, but it didn't make me feel any better.

I was dying to know if he was really going to kiss me. Why was he going to kiss me? I wanted to know so badly, but I couldn't ask him that. That would be insensitive of me.

I decided I needed some fresh air after so many days of being locked in, so I went to sit in the garden in the backyard.

The same garden we got married in. Well, our fake wedding.

I just sat there and stared into space. My thoughts were all over the place. While I was there, Elisabeth came around and saw me.

"Crystal dear, you shouldn't be out here, especially all by yourself," she said. I wasn't in the mood for her shenanigans.

"I am fine, Beth. I want to be here," I told her, hoping she would get the message and walk away, but she didn't. She sat next to me instead.

Silence passed between us, but weirdly, it wasn't awkward.

"I had a miscarriage once," she suddenly said, surprising me. I didn't expect her to talk to me, let alone share something personal.

"It was awful," she said, and I looked at her. She looked like she was reminiscing about the very event.

"I was already four months along when I lost the baby. The doctor said it was a result of stress. I was depressed because I blamed myself for it." She said, and my lips parted in surprise.

Her little story said a lot about her. I was able to see the reasons behind her actions, why she didn't want to be out of her sight during the pregnancy, she didn't want me going anywhere and even after everything, she still didn't want me to leave or be alone. I was beginning to understand her better.